FLOWERS IN YOUR GRAVE

I buried you,
Seven feet off the ground
Inside of my hearth.
Sometimes I visit your grave,
Sometimes I write new words in your epitaph.
But it doesn’t mean that I love you,
Doesn’t mean that I miss you,
I only like to remember us.
I can’t forget you,
Because you made me happy
At least for a little while.
I only like to imagine
The different ends for our story,
The different ways that I could have treated you,
The different ways that you could have treated me.
I know that I deserve this,
But not in the way that you have done to me.
No, I don’t miss you,
I don’t love you anymore,
But I still visit your grave,
I still remember you,
I still have good and bad memories,
I still write poetry in your name,
I still put flowers in your grave.